Vermilion Mound Pins Down Death Qi, One Torch Burns the Burial Tomb

"Burn."

With that single word, the entire underground space fell abruptly silent. The speck of golden-red light gathered at his fingertip did not move, yet the death qi throughout the tomb had frozen first.

It had not been cowed. It had been "fixed." Vermilion Mound Fire Qi was at once fierce and pure, inherently opposed to Wuji earth nature. Before the fire qi was even unleashed, the earth nature had already stiffened, leaving the thing within the tomb no room to struggle.

The Wuji Corpse-Burial Method.

It used corpses to nourish qi and bones to build a Dao Path. The flesh became a tomb, the soul was sealed in earth, and the vitality of descendants was borrowed to nurture one's own death qi, awaiting resurrection a hundred years later.

He had read about this path in the case files before entering Jinghai. But case files were dead; this tomb before him was alive.

What he wanted to see was where the "keyhole" of this technique lay. Every method had its keyhole. Where there was a keyhole, there was a flaw; where there was a flaw, there was a chance to strike home in one blow.

The speck of golden-red at his fingertip gave a faint leap.

As though it sensed something, the enormous gray-white eyeball deep within the tomb earth suddenly spun. Its pupil contracted as it stared fixedly at Scarlet Tiger Lord. But it was fast, and Scarlet Tiger Lord was faster.

The instant that golden-red spark danced upon his fingertip, the temperature of the entire underground space had changed. Moss upon the stone walls silently carbonized, while all moisture in the air evaporated, leaving behind a blistering vacuum.

The instant the golden-red spark left his finger, the surface of the tomb earth abruptly caved in. The gray-black soil